Who would love this more than your favorite back-to-school student!? Think of the ridiculous wall art you could make from the torn off sheets just in time for Burning Man! In conclusion, you must have eet.

And now, witness the ultimate battle for cute-premacy, between mutt and machine. In this corner, fighting for Freedom and Justice: Nervous Yappy Little Doggie; in the other, representing the Soulless Forces of Evil: Entertaining but Otherwise Functionless Robot. WHO WILL PREVAIL? PUPPER … OR PLASTIC?

Oh, I almost forgot: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT!!!!! (either or both)

From the hustle and bustle of New York’s Fashion Week, to the prêt-à-porter shows of Paris, one word is on every designer’s lips this season — CAMOUFLAGE! Yes, camo is the way to go for the modern woman who wants to stand out by blending in. And here’s Bambi, looking sassy for summer in her one-piece camo sundress with pink trim and matching ribbon. Completing the ensemble is a lovely "dead mouse" evening bag by Mr. Squeakwell of Limburger Street.

Suddenly, the jungle grew still. The birds in the treetop canopy above us ceased their endless chattering and worriedly began to scan the distant horizon. “It’s no use,” I sighed, exhausted. “The surface is too smooth in every direction! There’s nothing to grab hold of!” It was then that Julietta began to thrash about in panic. “Don’t struggle, Miss Greenaway!” shouted Professor Dawkins. “It will only cause the frosting to drag you down faster!”

But it was only the sudden rumbling of the ground that made her stop. We felt it again, then again — a dull vibration coursing through the forest floor, clearer and closer with every step. The birds scattered into the skies in terror and the monkeys disappeared chattering into the trees. There was a rustling behind me and then we saw it — the creature known by the natives as besta distorcido da selva: Fuzzy Beast of the Jungle.

Julietta screamed and struggled anew. “NO!” yelled Dawkins, but it was too late — the monster had noticed us. It lowered its massive head, and it was then that I saw them: The whiskers. They were our only hope now. “Grab onto my shoulders!” I told the others. “We’ve got one … last … chance.”